Family Tree

Family Tree

by Barbara Delinsky


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ISBN-13: 9780767925181
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/30/2007
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 503,137
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.83(d)

About the Author

BARBARA DELINSKY is a New York Times bestselling author with more than thirty million copies of her books in print. She lives with her family in New England.


Newton, Massachusetts

Date of Birth:

August 9, 1945

Place of Birth:

Boston, Massachusetts


B.A. in Psychology, Tufts University, 1967; M.A. in Sociology, Boston College, 1969

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Chapter 1

Something woke her mid–dream. She didn't know whether it was the baby kicking, a gust of sea air tumbling in over the sill, surf breaking on the rocks, or even her mother's voice, liquid in the waves, but as she lay there open–eyed in bed in the dark, the dream remained vivid. It was an old dream, and no less embarrassing to her for knowing the script. She was out in public, for all the world to see, lacking a vital piece of clothing. In this instance, it was her blouse. She had left home without it and now stood on the steps of her high school—her high school—wearing only a bra, and an old one at that. It didn’t matter that she was sixteen years past graduation and knew none of the people on the steps. She was exposed and thoroughly mortified. And then—this was a first—there was her mother–in–law, standing off to the side, wearing a look of dismay and carrying—bizarre—the blouse.

Dana might have laughed at the absurdity of it, if, at that very moment, something else hadn’t diverted her thoughts. It was the sudden rush of fluid between her legs, like nothing she had ever felt before.

Afraid to move, she whispered her husband’s name. When he didn’t reply, she reached out, shook his arm, and said in full voice, “Hugh?”

He managed a gut–low “Mm?”

“We have to get up.”

She felt him turn and stretch.

“My water just broke.”

He sat up with a start. Leaning over her, his deep voice higher than normal, he asked, “Are you sure?”

“It keeps coming. But I’m not due for two weeks.”

“That's okay,” he reassured her, “that’s okay. The baby is seven–plus pounds—right in the middle of the full–term range. What time is it?”


“Don’t move. I’ll get towels.” He rolled away and off the bed.

She obeyed him, partly because Hugh had studied every aspect of childbirth and knew what to do, and partly to avoid spreading the mess. As soon as he returned, though, she supported her belly and pushed herself up. Squinting against the sudden light of the lamp, she took one of the towels, slipped it between her legs, and shuffled into the bathroom.

Hugh appeared seconds later, wide–eyed and pale in the vanity lights. “What do you see?” he asked.

“No blood. But it’s definitely the baby and not me.”

“Do you feel anything?”

“Like terror?” She was dead serious. As prepared as they were—they had read dozens of books, talked with innumerable friends, grilled the doctor and her partners and her nurse–practitioner and the hospital personnel during a pre–admission tour—the reality of the moment was something else. With childbirth suddenly and irrevocably imminent, Dana was scared.

“Like contractions,” Hugh replied dryly.

“No. Just a funny feeling. Maybe a vague tightening.”

“What does ‘vague’ mean?”


“Is it a contraction?”

“I don't know.”

“Does it come and go?”

“I don’t know, Hugh. Really. I just woke up and then there was a gush—” She broke off, feeling something. “A cramp.” She held her breath, let it out, met his eyes. “Very mild.”

“Cramp or contraction?”

“Contraction,” she decided, starting to tremble. They had waited so long for this. They were as ready as they would ever be.

“Are you okay while I call the doctor?” he asked.

She nodded, knowing that if she hadn’t he would have brought the phone into the bathroom. But she wasn’t helpless. As doting as Hugh had been lately, she was an independent sort, and by design. She knew what it was to be wholly dependent on someone and then have her taken away. It didn’t get much worse.

So, while he phoned the doctor, she fit her big belly into her newest, largest warm–up suit, now lined with a pad from her post-delivery stash to catch amniotic fluid that continued to leak, and went down the hall to the baby’s room. She had barely turned on the light when he called.


“In here!”

Buttoning jeans, he appeared at the door. His dark hair was mussed, his eyes concerned. “"If those pains are less than ten minutes apart, we’re supposed to head to the hospital. Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Just want a last look.”

“It’s perfect, honey,” he said as he stretched into an old navy tee shirt. “All set?”

“I don't think they’re less than ten minutes apart.”

“They will be by the time we’re halfway there.”

“This is our first,” she argued. “First babies take longer.”

“That may be the norm, but every norm has exceptions. Indulge me on this, please?”

Taking his hand, she kissed his palm and pressed it to her neck. She needed another minute.

She felt safe here, sheltered, happy. Of all the nurseries she had decorated for clients, this was her best—four walls of a panoramic meadow, laced with flowers, tall grasses, sun–tipped trees. Everything was white, soft orange, and green, myriad shades of each highlighted with a splotch of blue in a flower or the sky. The feeling was one of a perfect world, gentle, harmonious, and safe.

Self–sufficient she might be, but she had dreamed of a world like this from the moment she had dared to dream again.

Hugh had grown up in a world like this. His childhood had been sheltered, his adolescence rich. His family had come to America on the Mayflower and been prominent players ever since. Four centuries of success had bred stability. Hugh might downplay the connection, but he was a direct beneficiary of it.

“Your parents expected pastel balloons on the wall,” she remarked, releasing his hand. “I’m afraid I've disappointed them.”

“Not you,” he answered, “we, but it’s a moot point. This isn’t my parents’ baby.” He made for the door. “I need shoes.”

Moving aside knitting needles that held the top half of a moss green sleepsack, Dana carefully lowered herself into the Boston rocker. She had dragged it down from the attic, where Hugh hid most of his heirloom pieces, and while she had rescued others, now dispersed through the house, this was her favorite. Purchased in the 1840s by his great–great–grandfather, the eventual Civil War General, it had a spindle back and three–section rolled seat that was strikingly comfortable for something so old. Months ago, even before they had put the meadow on the walls, Dana had sanded the rocker’s chipped paint and restored it to gleaming perfection. And Hugh had let her. He knew that she valued family history all the more for having lived without it.

That said, everything else was new, a family history that began here. The crib and its matching dresser were imported, but the rest, from the changing pad on top, to the hand–painted fabric framing the windows, to the mural, were custom done by her roster of artists. That roster, which included top–notch painters, carpenters, carpet and window people, also included her grandmother and herself. There was a throw over one end of the crib, made by her grandmother and mirroring the meadow mural; a cashmere rabbit that Dana had knitted in every shade of orange; a bunting, two sweaters, numerous hats, and a stack of carriage blankets—and that didn’t count the winter wool bunting in progress, which was mounded in a wicker basket at the foot of her chair, or the sleepsack she held in her hand. They had definitely gone overboard.

Rocking slowly, she smiled as she remembered what had been here eight months before. Her pregnancy had just been confirmed, when she had come home from work to find the room blanketed with tulips. Purple, yellow, white—all were fresh enough to last for days. Hugh had planned this surprise with sheer pleasure, and Dana believed it had set the tone.

There was magic in this room. There was warmth and love. There was security. Their baby would be happy here, she knew it would.

Opening a hand on her stomach, she caressed the mound that was absurdly large in proportion to the rest of her. She couldn’t feel the baby move—the poor little thing didn’t have room to do much more than wiggle a finger or toe—but Dana felt the tightening of muscles that would push her child into the world.

Breathe slowly…Hugh’s soothing baritone came back from their Lamaze classes. She was still breathing deeply well after the end of what was definitely another contraction when the slap of flip–flops announced his return.

She grinned. “I'm picturing the baby in this room.”

But he was observant to a fault. “That was another contraction, wasn’t it? Are you timing them?”

“Not yet. They're too far apart. I’m trying to distract myself by thinking happy thoughts. Remember the first time I saw your house?”

It was the right question. Smiling, he leaned against the doorjamb. “Sure do. You were wearing neon green.”

“It wasn’t neon, it was lime, and you didn’t know what the piece was.”

“I knew what it was. I just didn’t know what it was called.”

“It was called a sweater.”

His eyes held hers. “Laugh if you want—you do every time—-but that sweater was more angular and asymmetrical than anything I’d ever seen.”


“Modular,” he repeated, pushing off from the jamb. “Knit in cashmere and silk—all of which comes easily to me now, but back then, what did I know?” He put both hands on the arms of the rocker and bent down. “I interviewed three designers. The others were out of the running the minute you walked in my door. I didn’t know about yarn, didn’t know about color, didn’t know about whether you were any kind of decorator, except that David loved what you did for his house. But we’re playing with fire, dear heart. David will kill me if I don’t get you to the hospital in time. I’m sure he’s seen the lights.”

David Johnson lived next door. He was an orthopedic surgeon and divorced. Dana was always trying to set him up, but he always complained, saying that none of the women were her.

“David won’t see the lights,” she insisted now. “He’ll be asleep.”

Placing her knitting on the basket, Hugh hoisted her—gently—to her feet. “How do you feel?”

“Excited. You?”

“Antsy.” He slid an arm around her waist, or thereabouts, but when he saw from her face that another contraction had begun, he said, “Definitely less than ten minutes. What, barely five?”

She didn’t argue, just concentrated on slowly exhaling until the pain passed. “There,” she said. “Okay—boy or girl—last chance to guess.”

“Either one is great, but we can’t just hang out here, Dee,” he warned. “We have to get to the hospital.” He tried to steer her toward the hall.

“I’m not ready.”

“After nine months?”

Fearful, she put her hand on his chest. “What if something goes wrong?”

He grinned and covered her hand. “Nothing will go wrong. This is my lucky tee shirt. I’ve worn it through every Super Bowl the Patriots have won and through the World Series with the Red Sox.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he said, all confidence. “We’ve had tests. The baby’s healthy. You’re healthy. The baby’s the perfect birth size. It’s in the right position. We have the best obstetrician and the best hospital—”

“I mean later. What if there’s a problem, like when the baby is three? Or seven? Or when it’s a teenager, you know, like the problems the Millers have with their son?”

“We aren’t the Millers.”

“But it’s the big picture, Hugh.” She was thinking of the dream she’d had prior to waking up. No mystery, that dream. It was about her fear of being found lacking. “What if we aren’t as good at parenting as we think we’ll be?”

“Now, there’s a moot point. A little late to be thinking of it.”

“Do you realize what we’re getting into?”

“Of course not,” he said. “But we want this baby. Come on, sweetie. We have to leave.”

Dana insisted on returning to the master bath, where she quickly washed her face, rinsed her mouth, and brushed her hair. Turning sideways for a last look, she studied her body’s profile. Yes, she preferred being slim—yes, she was tired of hauling around thirty extra pounds—yes, she was dying to wear jeans and a tee shirt again. But being pregnant was special.

“Dana,” Hugh said impatiently. “Please.”

She let him guide her down the hall, past the nursery again and toward the stairs. In architectural circles, the house was considered a Newport cottage, though “cottage” downplayed its grandness. Built in a U that faced the sea, with multiple pairs of French doors opening to a canopied patio, a large swath of soft grass, and a border of beach roses that overlooked the surf, it was a vision of corbels, columns, white trim and shingles gently grayed by the salt air. One wing held the living room, dining room, and library: the other, the kitchen and family room. The master bedroom and nursery were in one wing of the second floor, with two additional bedrooms in the other. The dormered attic housed an office, complete with a balcony. Every room in the house, with the sole exception of the first–floor powder room, had a window facing the sea.

It was Dana’s dream house. She had fallen in love with it on sight. More than once, she had told Hugh that even if he had turned into a frog with their first kiss, she would have married him for the house.

Now, approaching the nearer of two staircases that descended symmetrically to the front hall, she asked, “What if it’s a girl?”

“I’ll love a girl.”

“But you want a boy deep down, I know you do, Hugh. It’s that family name. You want a little Hugh Ames Clarke.”

“I’d be just as happy with Elizabeth Ames Clarke, as long as I don’t have to deliver her myself. Careful here,” he said as they started down the stairs, but Dana had to stop at the first turn. The contraction was stronger this time.

She was prepared for pain, but the fact of it was something else. “Can I do this?” she asked, shaking noticeably as she clung to his arm.

He held her more tightly. “You? In a minute.”

Hugh had trusted her right from the start. It was one of the things she loved. He hadn’t hesitated when she suggested barnboard for the floor of his otherwise modern kitchen or, later, when she insisted that he hang his family portraits—large, dark oil paintings of Clarkes with broad brows, square jaws, and straight lips—in the living room, though he would have gladly left them packed away in the attic.

He took his heritage for granted. No, it was more than that. He rebelled against his father’s obsession with heritage, said that it embarrassed him.

Dana must have convinced him that he was a successful figure in his own right, because he had let her hang the oils. They gave the room visual height and historical depth. She had splashed the large leather furniture with wildly textured pillows, and Hugh liked that, too. He had said he wanted comfort, not stuffiness. Butter–soft leather and a riot of nubby silk and chenille offered that. He had also said he did not like the settee that had belonged to his great–grandfather because it was stern, but he gave her wiggle room there, too. She had the oak of that settee restored, the seat recaned, and cushions and a throw designed to soften the look.

From the Hardcover edition.

Reading Group Guide

Raising provocative questions about how we define family, how we view ancestry, and whether racism still lurks in even the most open minds, Family Tree offers book clubs a variety of compelling topics to explore.

From beloved, bestselling author Barbara Delinsky, this is the story of Dana and Hugh Clarke, a wealthy, white East Coast couple whose beautiful newborn child clearly has African ancestors.

Dana never knew her father, and her mother died when she was young. Dana had always craved the stability of a home and family, and she made these dreams come true when she fell in love with Hugh. Unlike Dana, he could trace his ancestors back to the Mayflower. His father even built a successful career as a historian and author, carefully researching the Clarke lineage to the last detail. Or so they thought.

The newest addition to the family, infant Lizzie, raises accusations and doubt among all of her parents’ relatives. To Dana’s dismay, her husband greets the birth of their daughter with alarm and tinges of shame. To Hugh’s dismay, Dana is reluctant to track down her father and isn’t concerned about what people are saying regarding Lizzie’s heritage. As they gradually piece together the facts, a shocking truth emerges that will forever change this family–while opening their eyes to the real meaning of identity and unconditional love.

1. What were your initial theories about Lizzie’s ancestors? Did you ever doubt Dana’ s fidelity?

2. How would you have reacted if you had experienced Dana and Hugh’s situation? How would your circle of friends and coworkers have reacted?

3. Discuss the parallel stories woven throughout the novel, including Dana’s painful reunion with her father, Ellie Jo’s secret regarding her husband’s other marriage, and Crystal’s paternity case against the senator. What are the common threads within these family secrets? What ultimately brings healing to some of the parties involved?

4. Crystal’s dilemma raises timely questions about the obligations of men who father children out of wedlock. Are Senator Hutchinson’s obligations to Jay the same as Jack Kettyle’s obligations to Dana? Should men always be financially obligated to their children, regardless of the circumstances? If so, what should those financial obligations be?

5. Why is it so difficult for Dana to feel anything but anger toward her father? In your opinion, did he do anything wrong? How does she cope with the shifting image of her mother?

6. What is the root of Hugh’s reaction in the novel’s initial chapters? Is he a racist? Is he torn between loyalties? Does he trust his wife?

7. Is your own ancestry homogenous? If not, what interesting or ironic histories are present in your ancestry? Do you believe it’s important to maintain homogeneity in a family tree? If you were to adopt a child, what would be your main criterion in selecting him or her?

8. Discuss the many differences between Dana’s and Hugh’s families. What drew Dana and Hugh to each other? To what extent is financial power a factor in shaping their attitudes toward the world? What common ground existed despite their tremendous differences in background?

9. What accounts for the universal fascination with genealogy? Should a person be lauded for the accomplishments of an ancestor, or snubbed for the misdeeds of one? Is genealogy a predictor?

10. In chapter 23, Eaton voices his frustration by shouting questions at the portraits of his parents. How might they have responded to his questions had they lived to see the arrival of Lizzie?

11. What should Dana and Hugh learn from the experience of Ali’s parents? What would the ideal school for Lizzie be like? What does Ali’s story indicate about integration?

12. Recent developments in DNA mapping have made it possible to discover not only lineage (as was the case for the biracial descendents of Thomas Jefferson) but also many general geographic details about one’s ancestry. If you were to undergo such testing, what revelations would please you? What revelations would disappoint you?

13. Discuss Eaton’s “reunion” with Saundra Belisle. Were their youths marked by any similarities, despite the fact that they lived in distinctly different worlds?

14. What role does location play in Family Tree? Would the story have unfolded differently within the aristocracy of the South, or in a West Coast city?

15. What does Corinne’s story reveal about the false selves we sometimes construct? Who are the most authentic people you know? Who in your life would stand by you after a revelation like Corinne’s?

16. Does Eaton’s history demonstrate the ways in which racism has waned in recent generations, or the ways in which very little has changed?

17. Consider whether the issues at the center of Family Tree manifest themselves in your life. Is your neighborhood racially integrated? How many people of color hold executive positions at the top companies in your community? Is there a gulf between the ideal and the reality of a color-blind society in 21st–century America?

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Bozzie More than 1 year ago
I found the book to be a fascinating read. I adored each of the characters and enjoyed the variety from the New Englanders who vacationed on the Vineyard to the elderly women in the kniting store. Although we supposedly live in a "post-racial" America, race is an extremely touchy subject these days; this book explores race in an enlightening perspective. I really liked how Dana was a strong, protective mother who handled birthing a baby that obviosuly had black genes with grace and care while the world around her crumbled. I highly recommend the book and think it would be an awesome selection for a book club. I would have NEVER guessed the outcome.
EffieTX More than 1 year ago
This was a book I really enjoyed reading.. it was kind of predictable but entertaining and well worth the time spent reading it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wow !!! This book is a page turner. I could not put it down. It had love, devotion, suspense and an ending I was not expecting. I would love to know how Eaton handled what he had uncovered, so I hope Barbara writes a sequel and soon.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was amazing i couldn't put it down literally. i enjoyed the storyline and i just hope that there is a sequel to this because i will love to know what happens to the different characters down the line. How their lives changed especially what happens to the Clarke's Family.
harstan More than 1 year ago
He dotes on his wife while she adores her husband. Both Hugh and Dana Clarke are eagerly awaiting the birth of their first child but when Lizzie is born, both parents are shocked to see she has Afro-American features including skin color and hair. The Clarke family came over on the Mayflower and the patriarch is a rich published author who lives in a wealthy neighborhood whose residents are old money. When they come to the hospital to see their grandchild, Hugh¿s father becomes furious, claiming his daughter-in-law had an affair with a black man or if not she has black blood in her ancestry. Other relatives and friends comment on Lizzie¿s features and Hugh asks for a paternity test in the hope that it will shut people up. Dana is heartbroken that her husband made such a request and a schism in their loving marriage opens. Hugh needs to know what relatives in Dana¿s family are black and the only person it could be is her unknown father. Yet when they confront him, he provides positive proof that there is no African blood in his family. Dana doesn¿t care because she thinks how Lizzie looks is insignificant but Hugh pursues the subject and ends up shocked at what he learns. --- This is one of Barbara Delinsky¿s finest books because she raises interesting social issues and leaves it to the reader to form their own opinions. Hugh is not a bad man but is a product of his blue blood upraising. He loves his wife and daughter very much and is shocked at himself when he sees things differently because his daughter is not totally a Caucasian. Dana feels that a DNA test was irrelevant and loves her daughter just as she is and hopes Hugh can do the same. The protagonists are great characters because they are not saints but people who are products of their environments. FAMILY TREE is a heartwarming family drama. --- Harriet Klausner
Lannie More than 1 year ago
Hugh and Dana Clark are excited about the upcoming birth of their child. A shock is in store for them when the baby is born of obvious African / American decent. This is a well done, well written lesson to all of us that love supersedes all. There are lots of heartwarming elements in this lovely novel. I highly recommend!
PamT2u More than 1 year ago
I found the book to be fascinating despite its predictibility. I liked the characters and the book lends to a great discussion for a book club. Race is a touchy subject in America. This book deals with it in an interesting way. It is a good book which deals with the long term affects of keeping family secrets. They can destroy a family. I liked that the women bonded around Knitting. Although this seems to be a common theme of late. Dana was a protective mother who handled the situation of her child being born looking African American while everyone else deal with the fallout. There are possibilities for a sequel to this that could go much deeper. I would look forward to it. Overall a good read. Check it out.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a really awesome read. Somewhat predicatable at some points but ending with a fact you did not expect!
AZMAWMAW More than 1 year ago
A real look into how much we know about our partner's and our families. How we normally perceive each other might not be at all true during difficult times. Lies are brought forth and loyalties challenged. This challenges you to look into your own heart and mind and try to figure out how you would react to a similar situation.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The plot of this story evoked my curiousity. Hugh and Dana, a 'Lily' white couple, give birth to a baby with African features. Given that the father's family is openly concerned about image and bloodlines, the birth of this baby becomes a grave occasion rather than a joyous one. As the couple conceived this baby through conventional intercourse, there is no immediate explanation for the baby's skin color and features, thus the plot of the story and the reason I was so compelled to turn the pages. Besides the desire to find out the outcome of the story, it was also interesting to observe the reaction of the characters as they are forced to examine their rather superficial aspirations. In a very good read, Delinsky tackes issues of race, class, wealth and privilege and manages to do it in a way that is thought provoking but not too heavy.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book looks at human responses when a black child is born to 2 white parents. It explores family biases that are carried from generation to generation, DNA testing, the meaning of family, friendship and much more. As usual, Barbara Delinsky introduces the reader to complex characters, and a plot filled with unexpected twists and turns. I picked up the book, planning to read at a leisurely pace, but I could not tear myself away until I reached the final page.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book in a couple of days -- I just couldn't put it down. This is a real winner -- don't miss it. I loved this author's 'Three Wishes', and thought it couldn't get any better. Barbara Delinsky is truly a pro -- I eagerly await each new book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a most excellent book which looks at what do you do if you find out you are not what you have always taken for granted you were. Dana and Hugh become parents to an obviously african american child although they are both middle class white. They, particularly Hugh has always taken his 'whiteness' as his only given right and due with all that goes along with it such as the country club, etc. First he accuses his wife of adultery and them blames her for the race of the child. Now he has to wonder, as well as his father does, what would he have become and how he would have lived and been received by his peers if it had been always know he was not lily white. He has to reexamine all that he is and just how deep his 'political correctness' goes. A most interesting spin on an idea. What would one do if one found this out about one's self??? Strong and compelling handling of the flip side of bigotry. How may people secretly worry about the same issue in their own families? I loved this book. This is the best book that Barbara Delinsky has written as far as subject matter and timeliness is concerned.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A softly spoken tale of infidelity which manifests itself, through the wonders of Biology 101, in newborn baby Lizzie. Very obviously white parents Hugh and Dana are left in middle class bewilderment when one of their recessive genes darkens their newborn's skin and beautifies her exotic features. The results of familial investigations are somewhat predictable. But remember, this is a soft, lilting tale of a newborn who, while the center of the book's focus, becomes irrelevant from birth to plotline to conclusion. Barbara Delinsky whisks the story forward, like a creme brulee with a sweet, smooth crusty topping that takes a lot of polite abuse before the creme can be eaten.
SugarCreekRanch on LibraryThing 17 hours ago
Family Tree is about two Caucasian parents whose new infant girl shows some obviously African heritage. It's an interesting concept, but I thought the execution fell flat. There was so much emotional turmoil that was discussed, but I didn't feel any emotional impact as a reader.
robinelmore43 on LibraryThing 18 hours ago
This was a great book!
ark76 on LibraryThing 18 hours ago
I was pleasantly surprised at how peaceful and compelling of a read I found Family Ties. Even though I found the story predictable, with the solution to the mystery being telegraphed early on, I didn't mind. This book isn't really about the mystery of how a white couple's daughter came by her visibly black features, but is about the journey of self-awareness. Characters 40 years old through 80 learn that they still don't really know themselves very well and have to come to terms with who they want to be and whether their public image and their private lives can be reconciled. Not a knitter, I really enjoyed all the scenes about knitting and the community surrounding the yarn store. I could easily envision that peacefull setting.
jacketscoversread on LibraryThing 18 hours ago
Family Tree by Barbara Delinsky was in the library¿s Look!Read! section and I decided to give it a shot but I found the book to be just okay. Nothing really special. The characters were pretty caricatured at the beginning, making it hard to get into. There were several interesting story lines and but the people weren¿t super fascinating or thought provoking for me.It¿s not really about genealogy though, its about race. ¿We¿re all for minorities-civil rights, affirmative action, equality in the workplace-but we only ant to be white. Are we hypocrites?¿ {pg 149}And it takes itself too seriously because while there is some family history, the wasn¿t any serious research to prove anything it said, making it a nice novel but nothing rooted in evidence.How some of the side characters were used and present for specific purposes irritated me. Saundra & Corrine for instance. Who was the book really about? Dana¿s journey? Her husband¿s? Or the father¿s? Or the grandmother¿s? I think the idea was how all the story lines went together and they were all really dealing with similar issues though they didn¿t realize it, but that was not strong enough in the book for me.
readabook66 on LibraryThing 3 months ago
What a wonderful book! Knitting, family, controversy - this had it all.Finished March 2007
sunshine608 on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Like the movie "Island in The Sun" the book, but just not as good. It was obviosly written by a white woman and I felt the book like understanding and emotion and and realistic view at race.
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As a keeper of a family tree, I particularly captured by the title of this book. It was a good story line, but rather predictable. Most folks will enjoy it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is for Book Club in June. I will try to remember to write a review after reading it late May. AnneC
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